It was the third day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the queen decided to wear a kilt, and more so that she had two sashes pinned to draw an actual garb. MacKenna could not call up her wearing anything Thomas More than a shawl or cloak. The pansy had been mounted and waiting before the rest of them were, too. She normally walked until midmorning. The serjeant knew the female monarch had not lain with anyone but her maiden, so it was not that she could be with child. 'She does calculate awed flushed in de face, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a travail lodge. Maybe she be under tha atmospheric condition ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Anderson to ride on.

'' Ya'feelin'a'ight, majesty ? Ye doona be looking right, '' she said, keeping her vox low.

The Queen smiled tightly, nodded too quickly. She squeaked, `` Mmmhmm. I… I am… mmph… I am fine. ``

The sergeant-at-law gave the pouf the look she deserved.

The queer looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The suspiration turned into a low moan that she cut off quickly. `` Fine. I… It is no use hiding it. I am gooooinngg… to need Mmmm Max to serve mmme when we stop… '' The queer shivered, her center closing. She raised her kilt up on one side, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few surplus straps buckled on top of the faggot 's saddleback running underneath her, and another around her pep pill thigh.

MacKenna looked at the contour in discombobulation, letting it show at she met the king 's pained regard. MacKenna was even more confused. The facial expression looked less like pain and more like the expression of an coming. A unspoiled one at that. Something clicked in the sergeant 's fountainhead, and her eyes went wide.

The Queen nodded, letting her kilt bead back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found designs for a sss…mmmm… extra saddle … harness. That fits a 'woody'… Since… since I had not… nnn… needed to use the woody I bought… for Inga… I… thought it would… preserve me… well-chosen. '' She moaned loud enough for the men to seem back. MacKenna waved them back around, hoping she was not blushing as badly as she felt. `` So, ye'have bin ridin'all day, '' she said quietly, `` getting rutted by ye'bicycle seat ? '' The Queen nodded. `` An'when we galloped ? '' The Queen shivered, nodding again. `` How by the Jehovah are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

The tabby had let her reins go slack, trusting her horse to follow. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddle is easy. I… ammmmm strapped on. '' MacKenna remembered the strap around the poove 's thigh. `` Getting down will be… problem… '' She lifted her kilt again. This fourth dimension MacKenna noticed the leather of the saddle was stained from wetness, and the queen mole rat 's legs shook almost constantly.

'' How many times have ye'… ye'… ``

'' I stopped remembering to reckon at fifteen… around midmorning. ``

MacKenna called as halt, waving the men to unite them again. She could not tell if the poof was blushing or in the middle of another crest. `` Boyo 's, 'er stateliness needs ya'help. majesty, it would probably avail if ye'took off ye'kilt. ``

The poof nodded, unpinning her berm and unbuckling her belt. She tried to draw the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to obliterate her peak this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped pull the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak pins. She got her first real flavor at the same time the men did.

The strap she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now visible woody tight against the saddle, kept the world-beater mounted to the saddle on the woody, but allowed decent slack water for the Queen to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every step of her Equus caballus. MacKenna let out a low whistle. Anderson looked at in stake.

Max laughed, dismounting. He walked over, carefully unbuckling the Queen 's second joint, then lifting her gratis.

The Queen screamed, her body shuttering and shakiness, the evidence of her delight squirting from her now that the jade had been removed from her sex. Max laughed again, cradling the still twitching and moaning Queen as he climbed back into his saddle.

MacKenna took the reins of the now riderless horse cavalry, looking between the men and the vacant saddle, biting her lip. She looked at Phil Anderson, who was suppressing a grin.

He shrugged. `` I will help, if you want. ``

'' Max ! Hold up a bit, '' she called out, sliding out of her saddle and handing Anderson her reins.

Max turned so the world-beater could see what was happening. She laughed, which turned into a moan and another round of shakes.

'' Do ye'mind, ye'stateliness ? '' the sergeant called out.

The pouf raised her hand, waving before curling against Max.

MacKenna looked up at the Queen 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a formula member. At about a hand and half long, it grew from the lash out tip to about four fingers wide around the eye, tapering down to about two fingers wide at the base. The nance 's scream when Max lifted her was making Sir Thomas More sense.

With another look at a still grinning Anderson, she put her foot in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her other foot set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and slick rod at her opening. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitement. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her center closing. She had to do work herself down a little at a time, moaning as she felt it extend her open even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the widest part, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost suck in the eternal rest, sealing itself around the narrow-minded base. By the time she was fully seated, her legs were shaking, every movement pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was confining to her first top. She had never felt anything like it, so full, so trapped.

She looked up at Anderson. His smiling had turned darker, more like the tone he gave her at night before they crawled into the blanket. He met her center and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the straps around her second joint, adding an excess loop with the surplus strap. She gave him a dirty aspect. It would only add an extra few seconds to remove, but that was few bit more that she would be unable to go up herself off of this damnable bulb. He chuckled and stepped around to the other face, repeating the process and binding her to the saddle.

Philip Warren Anderson leaned over, kissing her on the impertinence and whispered, `` Love you, Mac. '' He slapped the horse lightly, getting it moving with a jerking.

The sudden movement caused an immediate reaction, and MacKenna screamed her first crest of the good afternoon. She felt the bulb try to stretch her again, pulling every time she rose off the tail, only to be rammed in again when she landed.

'Twenty days ,'she managed to think through the haze of lustfulness and passion .'I do no'know how she kept quiet for the morning. Divines pray that the Queen and I survive… ''